Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas ( CLOSED )

[redhott]

WHO: Kyle Conlen redhott and Richie Foley gearshifting
WHERE: Nonah Shopping Mall
WHEN: Before Christmas Day
WHAT: Just dudes bein' broz doing a little Christmas shopping
WARNINGS: None



k Im here dude

[ Kyle is standing by the east entrance to the shopping mall fiddling with his phone like the rest of the teens too cool for school. For once he's dressed like everyone else: in winter clothing. It's not necessary, but he would rather not stand out anymore than he already does with his bright red hair. ]

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[gearshifting]

[Richie is wearing what he almost always wears. Slightly baggy jeans and a hoodie. It just so happens he actually put a winter coat on over said hoodie, but he doesn't even bother to zip said coat up. When you are born and raised in the midwest on the Great Lakes, the current weather in Nonah is nothing. He sees the text from Kyle and jerks his head up, looking around until he spots him standing by the entrance. Richie is just off to the side, sitting on a bench.

He pops up to his feet easily and then--looking as cool and casual as he can--holds up a hand and calls out]

Yo man, over here!

[redhott]

[ Oh sweet. Kyle's face brightens up immediately when he trots over to Richie. ]

Hey, dude. Let's go shop the crap out of this mall!

[gearshifting]

[Richie shakes his head with a smile.] As long as you're not trying to drag me into a bath and body shop, I don't care where we end up. Last stop just better be the arcade.

[redhott]

No, but we will have to go to a cosmetics store. I've got to get some make-up for a few friends.

[ He gives Richie an impish smirk. ]

I'm assuming you are secure enough in your masculinity to go into a make-up store, right?

[gearshifting]

[Richie raised his eyebrows, tone every bit mock-offended.] What, you think I couldn't find the perfect eye shadow to go with my eyes? I'll have you know I look great in sunshine yellow and viridian.

[redhott]

Welp, you saved me a lot of time picking out your Christmas present. Thanks. [ With a crooked smile, Kyle starts heading for the doors. ]

[gearshifting]

Jerk, don't you dare. [Richie doesn't even think twice about reaching out to shove Kyle, rough, but with no intent to harm. After he does it, there's a bit of a stutter in his step, realizing how familiar that is to the way he and Kyle were when...

When the Thing happened. The Thing he only acknowledges as The Thing.]

[redhott]

Oh I dare! [ Hey, rude! You are so shovey, Richie, when you're in a flirty mood. Sheesh. For his part, Kyle runs back up behind him and pulls him back so he can get through the entrance first. ]

There we go.

[gearshifting]

No way! [It's not flirting, he's just a guy who is used to rough-housing with his male friends okay. And being grabbed and pulled back by Kyle while he tries to get through the door of the mall first just makes Richie, spin and try to pull Kyle's arm back behind him. He's not going to just let him win.]

Brains before brawn, you brick house.

[redhott]

That still means I go first. [ But he lets Richie get the upper hand on him since it means little to him who goes in first. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie shoves him again, but lightly, just enough to push him back and get between him and the door. He walks backward, pointing two fingers at his eyes and then back to Kyle. He gets to the door and puts a hand behind himself, thankfully not making an idiot of himself because his hand lands right on the door's handle.]

Watch yourself, Conlen, I'm keeping my eye on you now. Can't even trust you for a nice day of shopping.

[He pushes the handle them, letting the glass door swing open so he can enter the mall.] You already owe me, but keep wracking it up.

[redhott]

Please do. [ Kyle doesn't mind a pair of nice black eyes on him. Following after him, he takes the brunt of the door's weight when they go through. ] Where you wanna go first? Get the make-up out of the way? Get some games?

[gearshifting]

[Crap. Richie had never realized until After just how naturally Kyle flirts but he does, so he tells himself to ignore it because it's just Kyle being Kyle and not...anything else. He rolls his shoulders as casually as he can.]

I don't care man. But if we do games last we get to spend more time there. And it's next to the arcade. [He hasn't his promise to kick your ass Kyle.]

[redhott]

[ Don't ignore. Embrace. Embrace this teen love!! ]

Okay, make-up first. Then game scouring, aaand then we'll see what's what at the arcade.

[ Looking at the mall map, he finds two stores upstairs that sell what he's looking for. So Kyle tugs Richie along toward the escalator. ]

So how good of a friend are you, from a one to ten scale? Where would testing cosmetics stand for you?

[gearshifting]

[No embracing. Nothing to embrace! This be Bro-town and he's a permanent resident. No matter how cute Kyle looks when he's trying to look convincing because Richie knows his tricks. He's giving such a look right now.] That depends on how much food you're buying me after it's over and how fast I can take it off because I do not need the break out man.

[He's managed to avoid the worst of teen acne so far, and is not about to wreck his streak now.]

[redhott]

Wow. [ Now he has to fork over food? Kyle can play this game, so get ready, Richie. ] So is this turning into a date? Is that what I'm hearing?

[gearshifting]

A d--? [Richie almost trips over his own feet, walking backwards as he has been. He doesn't see the side of the table for an artist-booth until it's too late, but he's got his reflexes and manages to to catch the fancy looking sculpture-thing that falls before it hits the ground.]

Oh crap, sorry, ma'am. [And focusing on her means he doesn't have to respond to what Kyle just said. Or the way he forgets to breathe for a second when his brain can't compute.]

[redhott]

[ God it's so hard to keep a straight face over this. Sure this was his fault, but he can't stay too guilty after apologizing to the woman and following Richie away. ]

Pff, are you okay?

[gearshifting]

[They've walked a bit of a distance away from the table and Richie is just trying to calm down enough that the red of his ears and neck fade. When Kyle catches up he'll have a fist coming right at him, aiming for his upper bicep. No Richie doesn't care that other people might be watching just then.]

You asshole! [Pulling out the swear words, oh yeah.] You did that on purpose.

[redhott]

What—I so didn't! I didn't know you'd go right into her cart!

[ He clutches his arm like he's been shot, but it still doesn't stop the grin. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie is giving him the stink-eye so hard right now.]

Yeah, whatever. You so owe me chili cheese fries now. And the greasiest hot dog with everything we can find. Now let's get the whole make up show over with.

[redhott]

[ No wonder you get fat in the future, Richie. ]

Okay, okay. Totally. I'm good for it. We'll be in and out. [ The cosmetic store is just across from the entrance. The amount of colors and tiny tiny make-up compacts are almost overwhelming. ] Ooookay, I didn't think this through...

[gearshifting]

[Richie should have known better than to trust that Kyle knew what he was doing here.]

Dude do you even know what their complexion numbers are? You have to go with what compliments them.

[redhott]

I... don't even know what that means—Complexion numbers? I was just going to get them nail polish or... something really colorful.